As I gaze into the depths.
Filled with the blood.
The blood of people I’ve hurt.
The blood of mine, from my wounds.
The pool will soon flood upwards.
The blood pouring out of the wounds.
That are self-inflicted, and self-stylized.
Hell is where I belong.
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Please stop the blood... Most especially your own, Nick... It's completely unnecessary, and as the song by AC/DC says, 'Hell ain't a bad place to be.'